The Days Are Passing

The days are passing by so rapid.

Tomorrow will be another Thursday with you infecting my thoughts.

I can’t even comprehend the things going on in my own mind.

I thought I was more durable than what I have become,

You are my weakness, you make me break.

I thought I stood tall, until the day you went astray.

Now I sit here, wasting away in the darkness that disintegrated my disposition.

Desolation.

You never really see the impact it has on you once the one you thought you connected with forgets about you and your ways.

It knocked the wind out of me as I continue to just sit here, in my own misery.

How pathetic.

I know it is, but my heart precisely is telling me different.